In such a brief acquaintance, this breathtaking man had carved a jagged hole in my heart and buried himself inside it. It was crude and bloody, still raw where it tore, but I held the pain close. I never wanted to be free of him. I couldn’t explain his importance to me. He was a thief. A stranger. A sinner, yet he called to me in ways I didn’t know one soul could beckon another. Perhaps it was my naivety and loneliness, but something had bent inside me. Bent and cracked and shattered. I would never be the same.
